RESISTING ARREST

TomO is working with the formerly homeless, mentally ill. He hopes everyone becomes healthier and more well-adjusted, including himself. One day, he will realize emptiness and the dependent arising of form.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

STRONG TENDENCY

A strong tendency to wantto have the pleasant, agreeable,comfortable, secure feelings be all pervasive

And always going for that

And feeling if there is pain in any formdisagreeable, uncomfortable, insecure

to run away from that

to avoid that

Learning to be presentA dog licks a sidewalk

Herbert smells like peeGive him food on Styrofoam

People gather outside The New York Times

I was an alcoholic, sure, he saidIf not I would’ve killed myselfBooze saved my life

A professional alcoholic, Patrick saidHe laughedBut there wasn’t anything funnyHe fell flat, lay like that

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

UNEMPLOYMENT #3

Dada futureDada welfare stateDada digital television nation Dada PresidentNothing to sayEconomy based on the newest idea dadaThe newest idea dada sold in the supermarketsThe Future StoreThere’s enough shopping space, according to the New York Dada TimesAccording to John CageAccording to Venerable Kelsang Gyatso RinpocheWalt Whitman was a Dada nurseHe published many copies of his dada poemsPrinted them himselfJust like William Dada BlakeWilliam predicted a dada futureUnemploymentThere are many realizations waiting to happenThey are merely flowers in a great dada fieldDo not pick them!Let them blossom and then lay in the grassCount starsAnswer letters from the Department of LaborGo to the butcher’s with kielbasaWilliam Blake predicted it allHe wrote it in a dada notebookBut the notebook was lostOn ebay for 15,000 bucksWilliam consulted with many dada oraclesMostly in his headWalt spent time in medical tentsHolding the hand of the woundedHe lived in dada BrooklynHe lived in dada CamdenHe was known to wear a floppy dada hat.

STAY PUT (IN A FOREIGN LAND)

The dining room I’m in is very confusingIt’s a collection of coffee and spilled luckThat is, moonThe mystery of spoken wordsThe electrical outlets plus the holy appliancesI am standing on nothing at allVariation of sweet birdCon me mister, I’ll go south this winterUntil then, I promise to be a vesselI will grow silentIn silence, we will resideA churchy void with a cool draftPlace full of idolsDesperate symbols, redolentRed wine carafesSecret service representativesThe last Bulgarian PrinceHis last Bulgarian ferretFinalizers, people who live in a depot“we might be homelessbut guys have a geniuswe can’t do the regular worldwe don’t want it”That’s what Richard saidThen read a poem so goodIt made me cryI cry a lotIt’s a blessingGifts from orixasWater, wave, and prayerThere’s also electricityColors, a resolutionPlaster over holes where mice cameConsider a large papier mache alligatorWith an empty stomachWorship Then forget.

Saturday, December 01, 2007

I DREAM SOFTLY

Cheese layeredBroad sweeps pastelSixty story pillowExtravagant horizonMice blessing buildings alight with whipped creamWake me up before I fart againI don't mean to be so graphicJust I have a duty to warnI look at my round head in the dream mirrorBalding headRound as Charlie BrownThat's what these dreams are madeCheese, farting, cartoonsWait waitNot the fat comedians!Meanwhile there's a floating obstinanceAn elephant with a saddle like in the circusHe knows where the graveyard liesAtop is a gaudy clownAll orange makeup and red rubber noseHe's got the megaphoneThe bubble gunAnd a pocket full of firecrackersLike always.

I REPEAT MYSELF

Looking back on old notebooksThere is so much that doesn't surprise meIn this grey almost mayonnaiseI think about SpringMy favorite time of the yearAn ecstatic tremble like the way a train feelsBut in my gutI am SecaucusTunnels stretching from state to stateEndlesslyThe resonanceFeel badDon't want to feel badFeel badDon't want to feel badOriginal as a clump of dirt

Wednesday, August 01, 2007

YICTOVE HUMANOID

A big man with a big mouthFrom down South, New OrleansWalking in a room, not afraid of gunsHe was peacefulBut he’d give you someYictove HumanoidAnother alien from PlutoAnother disputerHe liked the herbHave you heard him read?He was a Humanoid, now deceasedHe lived in East UrangeHis heart was too bigSo it had to stopHe had a large head and a squinty eyeHis hands were slabs of a humanoid kindThe size of pillows and softHis grace was a floatHe could bring up the house, to attentionLet me warm up the mic with a poemTraveled all around the worldNever settled down until nowWent wherever he couldNow he’s homePluto must be glad he’s backCooking up some crocodile stew with pepperOuter space’ll make you hungryHe was a HumanoidAlways seemed on a cloudHe always stood up for feeling goodHappy Humanoid, now goneI’m going to miss you biggieYou’re in meI’m gonna miss your company.

MEMO RANDOM

There’s a difference between trains, rivers, and billboard signsBut I can’t say I know what the difference isI driftTrying to determine sameness and its oppositeBut ill-preparedI am not the boy scout leaderInstead I am the Dada parishionerLooking for a new PopeI have graduated the classroomNow I can take off my dunce capGreat and fearlessRevolutionary friends(I almost said fiends)We no longer can excuse ourselves by being drunkInstead we waitIn the lockup of choicePlease great and fearless fiends(I almost said friends)Bring me cigarettesNo change thatI just forgot I don’t smokeNot tobacco or anything elseMake that magazinesAnd more importantlyDevils and troublemakersBring money and clothesBut especially moneyThe bail this time is steep.